thinking
of you
the mix of the feathers and rain…
I mix
the bee song by the purple flower,
the flower petals and
spring water.
I drink the drink of
you
from your lips,
from your fingertips.
I pluck a kiss from your eyes.
I grow a tree in my
heart,
with smiles,
as the leaves.
and the blue birds sing a day
into your window
c:Nina K Orlovskaya @7/27/12
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